Zhao Xueer walked for a long time and finally arrived at the entrance of the town. The words "Moutong Town" on the archway came into view.

After passing through the archway and walking across a stone bridge, the intricate streets appeared in front of you.

The rows of tile-roofed houses look much neater than the environment in the village.

Although Mouton Town is called a "town", it is the county seat of their county.

Walking on the asphalt road in Mouton Town, people coming and going are wearing cleaner clothes than those in the village.

Occasionally, you can see boys and girls wearing blue sea soul shirts passing by, as well as well-dressed people riding bicycles. From time to time, they ring the bicycle bell and raise their heads, looking very proud.

"Hey, hey, watch the road and don't hit my car."

A man riding a bicycle passed by Zhao Xueer, ringing his bicycle bell and scolding him.

Zhao Xueer carried the bamboo basket on her back, turned slightly to the side, and walked straight forward without even looking at the man.

In her previous life, she had heard someone say that the black market in the town was under the overpass, and she was going there now.

After walking for a while, I saw an overpass in front of me in the distance. There were some suspicious-looking people on the overpass. Their entire faces were wrapped in cloth, making it difficult to recognize their original appearance.

When she was close to the overpass, she stopped, took a piece of cloth from the bamboo basket and wrapped her face and head, leaving her eyes exposed, and then walked towards the overpass.

When she arrived under the overpass, Zhao Xueer found that those people were extremely vigilant. They stared at her for a long time and stopped caring about her after confirming that she was not here to conduct a secret investigation.

Someone looked at her for a while, then came over and whispered, "What do you have here?"

I kept my voice very low, fearing that someone would hear me if I raised my voice.

Zhao Xueer looked at the other people. Some people were trading, and they also used body language to match it. They talked as little as possible.

She thought for a while and deliberately lowered her voice, "I have wild honey here, good stuff. I get pure wild honey in the mountains."

The man's eyes seemed to light up. Wild honey is a good thing, and it is harder to buy than sugar.

"Can I take a look?" the man said.

Zhao Xueer nodded, put down the bamboo basket, untied the leaves on the bamboo basket, revealed the honey jar inside, and gently opened the lid, revealing the golden and translucent honey.

The man squatted down and looked at the honey jar, "Can you try and test the product?"

"Okay." Zhao Xueer took out a bamboo stick wrapped in leaves from the bamboo basket, picked up a bamboo stick, and lightly scratched the honey. The tip of the bamboo stick was stained with a little honey.

He handed the bamboo stick dipped in honey to the man. The man took it and licked the bamboo stick. It tasted sweet, and it was indeed wild honey.

Looking at Zhao Xueer who had covered the honey again, she said, "How to sell it?"

"Do you have any food stamps?"

When Zhao Xueer heard that there was something going on, she raised her head and asked the person.

The man nodded.

"This jar of honey weighs more than three kilograms. I'll give you three kilograms. How about 80 cents per kilogram of honey plus a one-kilogram food stamp?"

After thinking for a while, Zhao Xueer said.

"Six cents plus a one-pound food stamp. You have to know how rare food stamps are now. Now a food stamp costs three yuan."

The two bargained and finally sold the honey at 60 cents per pound plus a food stamp per pound.

Three pounds of honey means you have one yuan and eighty cents plus three food stamps.

Zhao Xueer knew in her heart that food stamps were rarer than money. Many people had money but did not have food stamps, so they still could not buy food.

The two people quickly completed the transaction, collected the money and food stamps, and Zhao Xueer immediately left the overpass.

For a moment, I felt a little sorry for the ceramic jar containing honey, but there was nothing I could do about it. There were no plastic bottles to store anything at the moment.

Feeling sorry in my heart, I walked to the door of the state-owned grain store.

The clerks in the store chatted very leisurely and chatted about everyday things, without seeming to be tired of life at all.

Also, employees of these state-owned enterprises earn more in two months than rural people earn in a year.

Although people in the city have monthly food rations, they still have food every month, but what about people in the countryside?

We all rely on working to earn work points, relying on heaven and earth...

When people walked into the grain store, they saw a little girl wearing patchwork clothes and just glanced at her.

After all, Zhao Xueer was not a real teenage girl, and she didn't care about others' contempt, so she spoke.

"I'll buy two kilograms of polished rice and one kilogram of polished flour." He said and handed over the ticket in his hand.

The round-faced clerk took the food stamps, shook them, looked at them, then put down the food stamps in his hand, began to weigh the rice and noodles, and put them on the table after weighing them.

He moved his lips and said, "The polished rice is 2 cents per catty, the fine noodles are 26 cents, the total is 66 cents."

Zhao Xueer gave her seven cents, got back four cents, put the money away, tied the rice and flour bag and put it in the bamboo basket, and then left the grain store.

Now she still has more than one yuan, but she has no tickets. Without the tickets, she can't buy anything.

The production team also exchanges work points for food and money at the end of the year. They don't have food stamps, meat stamps, and oil stamps, but they do have a small amount of cloth stamps. After all, people still have to wear clothes.

It seems that if she wants tickets, she will become a frequent visitor to the black market in the future.

Of course, there still needs to be something to replace it.

It was getting late, and she had to go to work in the afternoon. Carrying the rice and noodles she bought, Zhao Xueer set off on her way home.

*

Early in the morning, Yun Xiaotang saw her sister going out carrying a bamboo basket with a jar of honey on her back. She knew that her sister was going to the town to sell honey.

If she guessed correctly, she should be going to the black market.

Although she knew that her sister was the heroine and had the halo of being a heroine in this life, she was still worried in her heart.

Moreover, Yushu Village is neither far nor close to the town. There is no transportation, so we can only walk.

It's such a hot day, it's really hard.

All morning, Yun Xiaotang, who was sitting with the cow, seemed to have something on her mind. Even Zhao Tian'er noticed that her sister was absent-minded.

"Sister, are you worried about my sister?"

"Yes, the sun is really shining these days~"

As she spoke, she stretched out a hand to block the sun. Her hand was bright and red under the sun.

Zhao Tian'er also raised his head and looked at Lieyang, with a wrinkled face, wondering where her sister was now.

Zhao Xueer, who was missed by her younger siblings, felt hot at the moment, but her heart was relaxed. The food on her back made her feel extremely at ease.

She looked forward to returning home and seeing how happy her family would be after seeing these things.

*

As soon as it was time to get off work, Yun Xiaotang and Zhao Tianer went home and said hello to Aunt Dou, then went to the village entrance to squat, waiting for their sister to come home.

Looking from the entrance of the village to the road leading outside, there was not a single soul on the road.

Yun Xiaotang stood on tiptoes to take a look, then turned around and found a high slope to stare at the winding mountain village road.

Until a sesame-dot shadow appeared on the road...

"Brother, it's my sister~"

Saying that, Yun Xiaotang started running towards Zhao Xueer.

Zhao Xueer, who was gradually slowing down while carrying a bamboo basket, vaguely heard her sister's voice. When she raised her head, she saw a small voice running towards her.

Yun Xiaotang stopped in front of her sister, took a breath, and handed her the soaked handkerchief in her hand.

"Sister, wipe your sweat and I'll help you hold the bamboo basket..."

After saying that, she ran to the back and helped hold the bamboo basket on Zhao Xueer's back.

At this moment, Zhao Tian'er also came over, holding a bamboo basket with his sister.

Zhao Xueer felt her back relax and looked at the two little guys but did not stop them.
Chapter completed!